love your city

say something
March 18, 2012, 19:27
Filed under: floetry, moments

take to the streets
take to the notebooks and the loose scraps of paper laying around your bedroom floor
that pizza box is a canvas and so is the lightpost
express what you want
what you need
what you crave
and who you are
let them know you were there
again and again
carve it in wood
write it on skin
whisper it to the wind
connect with someone – become a part of their day
see it through
(see through it)

A Call to action
for love
do not hold your words prisoner
release them free them and let them ignite
little revolutions
you are not the only one
that feels
let anonymity bind you to your fellow man
simply by leaving him a letter
or 14

your prophets wrote on silk and papyrus
mine write on vinyl and subway walls
the message is nevertheless clear
forever is already here


for the old man in you
March 14, 2012, 12:11
Filed under: moments

groundbreaking//we’ve got issues
February 29, 2012, 18:00
Filed under: moments

goodness, gracious
December 20, 2011, 02:37
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[gràcia & bogatell beach]
rockets. gentle men. augusta. croissant con nutella. sticklers for sun. sandwiched. emeralds. youth. periwinkle. winter winds. holding hands. quit playin’. pigeon-techture. barcelona is: grown men on scooters. she sells. pumpkin pie beach. dog day afternoon. lyfegame. gets better with time?

b&w photos here.

love your barcelona
December 16, 2011, 18:31
Filed under: floetry, moments

speak to us of pleasure
November 7, 2011, 03:18
Filed under: floetry, moments

[princesa 23, barcelona]

oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.
who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?
even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.
and your body is the harp of your soul,
and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
– k.gibran on pleasure, from the prophet


be good to yourself
November 4, 2011, 02:54
Filed under: floetry, moments, the bourgeoisie & the rebel


you put a note in my pocket, said
be good to yourself
and that was all

life being what it is,
we all dream of revenge
open your eyes for a second just to roll them at me
i stared straight into the sun,
something to concentrate on

and if you turn it on you’d find, i’ve written you a thousand times
you would do anything, you’d give up everything for god knows why
i just can’t stay till your gone
i won’t wish you well,
i won’t see you off,
i won’t try to call.
if i see you in my mind, i’ll say to you
it’s not your fault

you said i’ll see you in september, but that’s not long enough for me
you put a note in my pocket,
so it would take care of me
but that was all

– kaki king, life being what it is